Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm
I'm about to rip Psalm
When the mic is gripped my do split up like
Bombs Vietnam

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or
I lick with my tongue
And rhymes I with my teeth
lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the spoken and broken up
In these books and scrolls that I
The knowledge I use does me bold
The in my system

Converts and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and
Cyop is a and a buck is a cyop
That's the real true and a natural fact

lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the
Island, is my land, my place of birth
You can by the tongue that's swung

And the lyrical structure in me
So all don't cross this border
by now you should know sort of
Lyrically wise but now I

All that's out of order
Don't try to test any of the
'Cause I'm not done with the boxin'
The and the lickin'

the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you can't me
And my you'll bite and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them

me big 'boutcha under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
when I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical styles of
And if I do a lyrical masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and it brief

Please don't bite yes or
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll
And drop just the same

Quote for quote, note for note, did you
So jack it up and pull it up
Wheel and again
'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and like wanna-be's

But a not what I want to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
Free to FU-Schnick prophecies

We thee untouchable, matchable, MC's for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you run
Mr. Chip FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de
A de don
True me full up a style and me wicked and
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

And capsize it in a
Uno better I and I respect
When this Trinidadian I
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon
follow me
POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get straight
All MC's come out with good
And all of do sound great

But the alarm and don't stay calm
Because I won't
These lyrical styles I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a
On tape, on tape and cassette, hear me live and direct
Yes and who never me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you

Don't step so back up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic I'll break up
MC's from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no

So take to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
Which was taught to one and
All slack better ring the alarm
In other words, run for